About The Blog

Arthor Journer is my pen name.
"Arthor" comprises "art" + "Author" while "Journer" defines the journey that I was on and continue to travel.
In this blog is the emotional byproduct of this journey.

"Rites of Art" is the title because it is my "writes" of passage.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Chasms

Sometimes my past holds my future hostage
Dreams placed in chains in solitary confinement
Emotions left in an envelope with no postage
And constant cycles of growth and refinement
Sometimes my soul is fighting the same devils
Aspirations captured in familiar traps
Paths that keep me at the same levels
And disallow me to follow the detailed maps
Sometimes my heart holds on to its scars
Plans that are masked by yesterday’s words
Thoughts left starving dying behind bars
And my mind cowering from what it has heard
Sometimes the straight jacket of thoughts binds my mind
Visions that are too far for my reach
The path the sighs are too blurred to defines
And the chasms and walls to great to breach

Saturday, December 8, 2007

My Corner Of the Sky

On gossamer wings of a dream I fly
Searching for my elusive corner of the sky
Looking under clouds and at the rainbow apex
Over cumulus and fog and the aurora beaurealis
Staring behind the moon’s shadow so dark
Through the milky ways distant faint heart
Around the edges of the sun’s blinking eyes
To discover my hidden corner of the sky
Time somewhere between now and forever
Places in the middle of there and never
A soft breeze directs the compass to the east
Mind reverberating dancing to the melody of peace
And my soul’s dream lay right before my eye
My oasis in life my corner of the sky

Impossibilities Made Possible By Him


Building an igloo on the sun
This impossible deed done
To go beyond my mind’s thoughts
To go above what my heart has wrought
To go past the yearnings of my soul
And yield to You total control
Building a sand castle in the sea
This impossible deed
To run with my eyes closed
To go forward with no plans to unfold
To go relying on faith
And just depend on what You said
Building a house made of steam
This impossible dream
To have a clear no preconceived mind
To not be moved by the past left behind
To erase everything seen or heard
And yield to Your every word
All things are possible with You

Loosing Myself Loving You

And these eyes are mine no more
To see life for myself
Here in my virgin veins
All that I see is the passion of pain
Cause my soul has turned black and blue
I am loosing myself loving you
And these sounds are mine no more
To sing life for myself
Here in my brittle brain
All that I hear is this sultry stain
Cause my heart has become askew
I am loosing myself loving you.

When My Ship Comes In

Waiting on the shores of destiny in the sands of time
Visions and dreams reforming in the center of my mind
Waves tell of far away lands and people to see
But not one offers to bring my lover to me
The brisk air chills my flesh to the bone’s marrow
Patience escapes the grasps of my hands in wont of tomorrow
Just the other week got a letter from my lover’s heart
That told of her voyage to me she was about to start
Bags packed and anxious to board this cruise ship
Unaware of the destiny of the wisdom of the iceberg’s tip
Pacing the ground making love messages in the sand
Waves and wind erasing heart felt words from the land
Broken seeds that have died even before being placed in then sod
Vacant alms are offered to this deaf and blind god
My love went down with the Titanic now is one with the sea
I still wait on the shores of hope looking for my ship to come in for me.

Fire in the Whole


On the edge and swiftly loosing control
As a result of fire being in the whole
Grenade thrown in the depths of my heart
Threats of its explosion ripping me apart
Mortal attack on my life sustaining organ
Ears to deaf to understand the enemy’s jargon
Ambushed by its relentless assault
Several dead many more wounded as a result
Evacuation the only choice to maintain the death toll
For she has dropped a bomb fire in the whole
Fierce battle numerous casualties on both sides of the war
But the refugees of feelings peace and joy they look for
Finding some they must survive in this barren land
No water or feasts or safe comfortable places to even stand
Homes destroyed along with live stock still live closely
A community of shattered dreams but dwelling in unity
No white flags flying my hope for a truce
POW captured surely will not point to the noose
Shattered heart and mind but sturdy stands my soul
Unscathed, unmarred and strong sensual tendencies aftermath of fire in the whole

Riding on "E"

Lonely voyager on life’s great sea
A sailor in a yacht riding on “e”
Anxious for the next filling station squandering thorough present and past relations
Struggling to go beyond manifest destiny
Float on fumes that evaporate so swiftly
Passersby wave and continue on their journey’s plight
My yacht now drifting slowly into the night
Sun rises expose what is really real
Since many time moonless nights without a meal
But it can only show me in the middle of the sea
Here in this yacht in life’s ocean floating on “e”
There is a stone in my heart I just found today
Heard of it as I knelt and prayed
Unforgiveness blocking the flow of blood
Hiding like the nectar of a tender rose bud
No bees can taste the sweetness of pollen
Blessed by God but also have fallen
Like a dam blocking the path of a river
Transforming me into a taker from a giver